My face sank, and my whole body was broken.

"Wow...Sister, you look like you are asking for help?"

The woman in red looked unconcerned, her green fingers waving slightly.

"Asking for help? You made a mistake again. When did I say please?"

Anyway, if you don't help me get my memory back for a day, I will keep following you.

I have nothing now, all I have is time.

I have been wandering around for so many years, no less than a few decades more.

I won't agree to any conditions.

At worst, I will be floating behind you when you eat, sleep, and go to the toilet..."

I rubbed my brows, took a deep breath, and gave up my struggle completely.

"you win!"

I just felt like crying without tears, and I even had some doubts about whether she really lost her memory or was deliberately teasing me.

"That's right! Now that you can't even remember your own name, how will I call you in the future?

How about I give you some of the most popular names at the moment, Cuihua? How about Da Feng'er?"

Before I finished speaking, I could already feel the murderous look in the other person's eyes.

"I will be called Hongxiu from now on!

If I think of something one day and need your help, I will naturally show up."

Hongxiu's voice fell, and his figure blurred and disappeared.

I just felt that the chill that enveloped my whole body dissipated, and it seemed that Hong Xiu had left.

"Red sleeves, red sleeves, Cuihua and Dafeng are not as good as Cuihua and Dafeng, but they are tasteless..."

I smacked my lips and teased for a while.

At this moment, there was a creak and the door opened a gap.

Mr. Sang glanced around the house furtively.

When I saw that I was the only one left in the room, I stood up and pushed the door open.

"Hey! Why don't you continue to make the side stove in the hut?"

Mr. Sang couldn't help but roll his eyes at me.

"Master Sang, who is Hongxiu? Why are you so afraid of her?"

Mr. Sang curled his lips: "Who said I'm afraid of her? I just don't want to get involved."

My face turned dark.

"Okay! You really knew that beforehand."

Mr. Sang smacked his lips, disapproving.

"Do you know why I don't teach you the art of divination?

Because you kid can't keep secrets, do you know what secrets should not be revealed?

And I’ve already hinted to you not to meddle in other people’s business, but you didn’t listen.”

This is really not the fault of Mr. Sang. Now that things have happened, there is no regret medicine to take.

Mr. Sang raised his eyebrows, showing a cunning look on his face.

"Actually, this is not necessarily a bad thing for you.

Have you ever thought about why she was bumped into by you after wandering in the Daqin Mountains for thousands of years? I can only say that it was God’s will."

I frowned and couldn't help but ask Mr. Sang.

"Master Sang, do you know Hongxiu's past? And why can't even my snake eyes tell what evil spirit she is?"

There was a glint in Mr. Sang's old eyes and he hummed softly.

"Who told you she was evil?

I don't know her past, I only know that she has been wandering in the Daqin Mountains for many years, and all the evil spirits in the 800-mile Qinshan Mountains fear her like a tiger.

She is neither human, nor demon, nor ghost, nor demon.

Even I can't see what she is."

I couldn't help but take a breath, obviously I didn't expect that the red sleeves had such a big background.

Now that things have happened, at least I can be sure that Red Sleeves has no harm in my heart.

As for how to help her recover her lost past, we can only take one step at a time.

I tossed and turned that night and didn't fall asleep until five o'clock in the morning.

I don’t know how long it took, but I was awakened by a heavy knock on the door.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced out the window.

The sun has already risen very high, it must be eight or nine o'clock.

I pulled on my slippers and opened the door. The person who came was none other than Xue Bin.

"Brother Bin, why are you here? Didn't you go into the mountains to cut down trees today?"

Xue Bin looked anxiously and glanced around the room.

"Where's Mr. Sang?"

I yawned and said, "Big Head came to pick me up this morning. It seems that I have to move the tomb and deal with some follow-up matters. I won't be back until noon."

Xue Bin gritted his teeth and said, "What can we do? Thirteen, something big has happened.

Xiao Chen, the new party secretary in the factory, wants to cut down the dragon head tree in Jieziling, and no one can stop him.

My father asked me to come over quickly to find Mr. Sang and see if there is anything we can do."

Dragon tree!

I was startled and realized the seriousness of the matter.

In Jieziling, northwest of Laolingou, there is an old banyan tree with a peculiar shape. From a distance, it looks like a dragon's head looking up to the sky.

People in Laolingou call this old banyan tree the dragon head tree!

Mr. Sang once said that this dragon-headed tree suppresses the Taoism of Life and Death in Laolingou and must not be cut down, otherwise Laolingou will be in a state of unrest.

With Lord Sang's prestige in Laolingou, everyone has no doubt about it.

Last month, old Party Secretary Wu resigned, and a young Party Secretary named Chen Feng was sent.

After Chen Feng took office, he made many drastic reforms in Laolingou.

I sneer at many of the so-called taboos in the forest farm.

The new official takes office with three goals. It seems that he wants to chop down the dragon head tree to establish his authority!

"Let's go, I'll go over with you and take a look."

Now that Mr. Sang is not here, I naturally can't just sit back and watch.

Jieziling.

A tall old banyan tree stands majestically, its leaves whistling in the mountain wind.

The workers of the logging team gathered around the tree, talking among themselves.

"Xiao Party Secretary Chen, you really can't cut down this dragon-headed tree, otherwise Laolingou will be in big trouble."

Xue Changqing looked solemn and tried to dissuade him earnestly.

"Captain Xue, fortunately you are also an old comrade who has been in the forest farm for more than 20 years. Why do you speak so irresponsibly?

It's just an old banyan tree, what big trouble can it cause.

You are still the captain of the logging team, are you worthy of the trust the organization has placed in you over the years?"

Chen Feng looked disdainful and lectured Xue Changqing for a while.

"Xiao Party Secretary Chen, even if I am incompetent as a logging captain. If you must cut down this dragon head tree, can you wait until Mr. Sang arrives?"

It was okay for Xue Changqing not to mention Sang Ye, but when he mentioned Sang Ye, Chen Feng's face was filled with displeasure.

Long before he took office, Party Secretary Lao Wu had repeatedly warned him to listen to Mr. Sang when encountering problems.

But in Chen Feng's view, Sang Ye's existence is actually a challenge to his authority.

"Hmph! I am the branch secretary of Laolingou Forestry Farm. Do I have to listen to a barefoot doctor about which tree I want to chop down?"

Chen Feng's eyes were filled with anger as he looked towards the people in the logging team.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up and chop down the tree?"
To be continued...