The Gu Saint Is Reborn as a Baby and Charges Into the Military Base to Find His Dad

The Miaojiang Gu Saint, who had turned over thousands of Gus and bowed his head in his previous life, opened his eyes again and became a three-year-old illegitimate daughter in a Miao village on the border of Yunnan in 1983. My father was nowhere to be found, my mother had just died, and there was only an old grandmother left in the dilapidated thatched hut. The gangsters in the village kicked open the courtyard door with yellow teeth and wanted to occupy the land. Three-year-old Asheng was sitting on the threshold of the missing corner. His chubby hand took out a limp green flesh insect from his pocket and accurately flicked it into the rogue's collar. That night, the scoundrel's back was covered with blisters, and he rolled and crawled out of the Miao village overnight. After finding out the cause of A Niang's death, A Sheng held her grandmother's hand and traveled thousands of miles to the border station. "Report! Asheng comes to find daddy!" At the gate of the military compound, Battalion Commander Shen Jingchuan, who was known to be selfless, looked down at the breasts hugging his military pants, and his body stiffened. The family members of the compound all thought that Battalion Commander Shen had caused a big trouble, but unexpectedly, this little group boy turned the family compound into a base for group favors. A neighbor's child suffered from high fever and convulsions. Asheng took a medicinal voodoo with two fingers and smoked it, and he was jumping around that night. The enemy agents disguised themselves and sneaked into the logistics. Asheng's Yin-Chasing Gu was discovered quietly, and he followed the clues and uncovered the truth. In the dark and stormy border forest at night, Shen Jingchuan led a fully armed reconnaissance company to attack, preparing to fight to the death with the vicious drug lord. When he pushed aside the thorny bushes, he saw more than thirty gangsters lying twitching in the mud with bruises on their faces and foaming at the mouth. Three-year-old Ah Sheng squatted on the chest of the drug lord leader, holding her chin with her little hand, and turned back with a sweet voice: "Daddy, come on, they can't even bear a bite of Ah Sheng's bugs." Shen Jingchuan looked down at the loaded submachine gun in his hand and fell into deep silence.