Carrying a Paper Doll to Save Dad, I Scare the Bandits Out of Their Wits

“Commander! Team Lin has been ambushed by two hundred bandits and is about to be wiped out... Wait! What is that?!”

In the top-secret operations room, the generals stared at the satellite feed, their scalps prickling with horror.

Amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a five-and-a-half-year-old child in a Taoist robe conjured a white paper bridge out of thin air. As machine guns opened fire, the child chewed on a milk candy and pouted. “You dare bully my dad?”

The next instant, paper money filled the sky and became an absolute defense! Paper effigies of golden boys and jade girls swelled to a hundred feet in the wind and tore apart jeeps with their bare hands! A handful of red beans scattered, and thirty heavily armored paper soldiers began a one-sided slaughter!

Looking through his binoculars, the rescue commander saw a corner of black talisman paper sticking out of the child's box. It was the legendary “Ghost Marshal's Tiger Tally,” said to command a hundred thousand Yin soldiers!

The commander shouted himself hoarse. “Classify this as top-secret, SSS level! Hurry, get some candy and start pampering this little ancestor!”

The staunch materialist and elite soldier Lin Feng was in despair. His daughter, who had been raised at a funeral home for six years, had become a walking “arsenal of the underworld”!

From then on, the whole army's style changed completely.

A military-region commander was so terrified by the child's words, “There's a big sister riding on your neck,” that he dropped to his knees and begged for his life. Blue Army special forces launched a night raid, only to run into a grinning paper effigy at the gate. The entire squad fell apart. “I'm calling the police! It's a drill, so why the hell are you using magic attacks?” Drug traffickers dressed up as Qing Dynasty zombies? His daughter pricked her finger and drew a talisman in blood. “Door, unleash Zhao Yun!” A paper effigy of Zhao Zilong killed them with a single shot!

Then Bureau 749 sent an urgent, terrified plea for help: the SSS-level ancient tomb in the northwest had revealed traces of Lin Feng's missing wife!

As the terrifying “Yin soldiers crossing the road” approached, experts from every faction collapsed in despair. But the child's eyes lit up. Breaking free, she charged toward the countless ghostly figures. “Dad, look, a giant shadow-puppet show! Mom, Niannian's here to pick you up from work!”