The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

"I'm his son, he's my father, and now he's sick! Isn't it my duty to come and take care of my father?"

The man held his head high, his imposing presence no less than that of the tall and imposing Zhang Wenhao.

son?

Zhang Wenhao frowned; he had never heard the old gatekeeper mention having such a son.

Let alone his son, probably very few people in the entire neighborhood know the old gatekeeper's name.

Most people only know that his surname is Sun.

He seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding topics related to family, as if it were a forbidden zone in his heart.

Zhang Wanning wasn't intimidated by the man's rude voice. Instead, she retorted sharply, "So what if you're his son? He doesn't want to go with you now!"

"Nothing you say will change your mind!"

Zhang Wanning looked at the old gatekeeper's timid and hesitant appearance.

His security guard uniform was faded from washing, and he was extremely frugal in his daily expenses. He had never been seen to be extravagant or wasteful in his spending.

He often ate pickled vegetables and white porridge in the security room, or twice-cooked pork that had been boiled and reheated.

On the other hand, what about his so-called son?

Covered in huge logos, it might be a bit tacky, but at least it gives off the image of a nouveau riche.

The stark contrast between the two reminded Zhang Wanning of videos on television that showed people neglecting or abusing the elderly.

Seeing that Zhang Wanning did not back down at all, the man had never been treated like this before. But when he looked at Zhang Wenhao, who was standing in front of Zhang Wanning, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

"Fine, fine! You don't believe he's sick, right!"

The man, panting heavily, turned to look at the woman beside him who was noticeably younger and more attractive. "Juan'er, go to the car and get the doctor's report!"

The young woman was very obedient; she nodded and walked into the bright sunlight.

The small security booth finally had some empty space.

The man snorted coldly and, ignoring everything else, sat down on the only chair in the security booth.

"Are you also from this neighborhood?"

The man, looking confident of victory, earnestly pleaded, "I know you mean well, afraid I'll mistreat the elderly!"

"My name is Sun Laohu. Go ask around on that street behind me. Everyone knows I'm the top guy in the renovation business. Why would I mistreat an old man like him?"

"To tell you the truth, my dad isn't very bright; even a psychiatrist couldn't cure him."

"Taking him away now is for your own good. What if he has another relapse someday? Wouldn't that cause the houses you all worked so hard to buy to lose value?"

Even if it was meant to be well-intentioned advice, it still took on a different meaning when it came out of this man's mouth.

In fact, Zhang Wenhao doesn't need any authentication or certification.

From the old gatekeeper's humble, yet not fearful, reaction to a stranger, it was clear that what the man said was mostly true.

But the tattoo on his right arm makes him look like a bad person.

When my older sister saw the scene of the struggle, and combined it with her impression of the old gatekeeper as honest and dutiful, she imagined this scene of torture.

Soon after, the young woman named Juan'er returned with a stack of medical records and certificates.

The security booth became crowded again.

Sun Laohu pulled out a card and handed it to the wary Zhang Wanning.

"Look, this is a hospital medical report, it's stamped with the official red seal! Now they can't accuse me of forging it!"

His tone was noticeably more enthusiastic, as if he had won a great victory.

Zhang Wanning took it suspiciously and was shocked to see the old gatekeeper's name and medical record.

Name: Sun Houdao

Diagnosis: Hypochondria

It's written in black and white, stamped with a red seal—there's no way to refute it.

After Zhang Wanning saw clearly, her momentum weakened considerably.

Sun Laohu didn't rush to urge him; instead, he waved for Zhang Wenhao to take a look as well.

But what they saw was shocking.

Zhang Wenhao stared intently, and suddenly a faint memory of the past surfaced in his mind.

Sun Houdao?

This name sounds so familiar!

He began to recall, and soon remembered where he had heard it before.

Isn't this name on your wish list?

That was my first time playing a game, and my destiny hadn't yet evolved from that of a temple god!

When he saw the appeal to find his spouse, he thought Sun Houdao was a character from a game!

But not only that, he even went to the Huangliang Temple in his real life to pray to the gods.

At that moment, Zhang Wenhao felt it was somewhat absurd and unreal.

Seeing his stunned expression, Sun Laohu assumed that he knew he was wrong and couldn't help but feel smug.

"See? He's sick!"

"And it was the kind of condition that even doctors couldn't cure. He ran off to work as a gatekeeper all by himself, and I, Sun Laohu, had to swallow my grievances and bear the stigma of being unfilial!"

Zhang Wenhao returned the certificate.

He calmly asked, "I'd like to know, what exactly is the old gatekeeper's delusional disorder?"

Upon hearing this question, Sun Laohu slammed his hand on the table.

"You little rascal, you're determined to expose my weaknesses today, aren't you! What's it to you?"

The young woman beside him remained silent, terrified.

Zhang Wenhao, however, didn't seem to care, explaining casually, "I'm from Nanshi University, and I have many classmates majoring in medicine. They might be able to help you!"

Sun Laohu was taken aback by his words and was momentarily at a loss for words.

He actually had some distrust of the local small hospitals, but his father at the big hospitals wouldn't cooperate.

Nanshi University, I've heard it's the best university here.

Are all the college students in there supposed to be trainees for top-tier hospitals?

Moreover, Sun Houdao seemed to trust the two young people in front of him quite a bit and wasn't very resistant.

Thinking of this, he finally sighed:

"Actually, it's nothing much, it's just that my dad can't accept the fact that my mother is gone."

"My mother's health condition stemmed from years of hunger when she was young. It couldn't be cured, so she passed away peacefully."

"My dad doesn't believe she's gone. He talks nonsense all day long, saying he's seen her ghost, which scares away a lot of the neighbors."

Sun Laohu spoke eloquently.

When the topic of his mother's passing came up, the old gatekeeper, Sun Houdao, who had been silent until now, suddenly straightened up as if someone had stepped on his tail!

"Pah! Little Tiger, don't talk nonsense, your mother didn't leave!"

"She even appeared in my dream just two days ago!"

He gestured wildly, finally revealing his delusions to Zhang Wenhao and the others for the first time.

Even Zhang Wanning had to believe that the usually kind old man was actually mentally ill.

Seeing the old man like this, Sun Laohu's face twisted into a bitter expression.

"Look, even the medication the psychiatrist gave him isn't working!"

"This time, I've invited a great master, supposedly a direct disciple of the god of the Yellow Millet Temple! Maybe he can cure his ailment!"

A direct transmission from Huangliang Temple?

Zhang Wenhao felt a chill in his heart.

For a moment, I found it somewhat amusing.

Is it possible for someone to actually use their own name to scam people in real life?

Isn't this just walking right into a trap?