The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 195 - Retribution

Spark held up Claire’s hand and kissed it softly. “Claire… Don’t scare me. Wake up…”

This brutal man looked really flustered at this moment.

In three days, he got dozens of doctors to examine Claire.

But none of them could not identify the cause.

“Get me all the doctors in the East Continent!” Spark almost went crazy. He looked really gaunt after guarding Claire sleeplessly for several days.

“Perhaps, it’s retribution.” Bert stood in the corner of the room, his eyes behind the white silk that only had the white but no pupils. He seemed to be looking at the girl on the bed.

Spark cast a murderous gaze at him, his face gloomy under the mask. “What did you say?”

The old man, whose eyes were also covered with white silk next to Bert, said, “Please calm down. As far as we know, people with too much blood on their hands will receive retribution. Perhaps the retribution dared not happen to you, so it fell on Miss Claire.”

Spark sneered coldly. “Do you think I would believe this nonsense?”

The old man’s tone was sincere. “Emperor You, no doctors can find the cause why Miss Claire has been in a coma. Maybe you can try believing it.”

Spark said nothing.

At night, a servant knocked on the door. “It’s time for you to eat.”

He hadn’t eaten or drunk for several days.

The man’s roar came from the room. “Get out! Get the hell out, all of you!”

The servant ran away in fright.

Spark sat by the bed and smoothened the scattered bang on Claire’s forehead. He leaned down, and kissed her eyes gently.

“Claire, don’t be afraid…”

He seemed to have made up his mind. Spark got up, and left the room.

On the first floor, Bert was waiting for him.

Spark slowly walked downstairs, his eyes unfathomably dark. “If it is really retribution, how can it be resolved?”

Bert pointed out the door. “There is a Gold Chime Temple to the west. You can go there kneeling and kowtowing along the way to wash away your sins.”

“Are you crazy?!” Noah walked over and stared at Bert. “Gold Chime Temple is in City Wu. Don’t you know how far is it from here? How can you let Emperor You do this?!”

Bert ignored Noah.

Spark rubbed his temple and ordered coldly. “Get prepared. Let’s set off today.”

Noah’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Are you really going to do such a crazy thing?!”

Spark walked to the door, looking to the west, and then, with a plop, he knelt on both knees.

Right after, he got up and walked three steps forward before he knelt again.

Noah gaped in shock, unable to utter a word.

Spark knelt all the way to downtown without stopping. It had been five hours already. He straightened up and knelt on the ground with a loud bang, looking forward resolutely.

The streets were full of people, who were craning their necks to peer.

“It’s Emperor You…”

“What is he doing?”

Halfway through the trip, Spark’s knees had been torn and were badly mangled, dripping with blood.

He gritted his teeth, propped himself up with his arm, staggered forward three steps, and knelt down hard again.

Following behind, Noah watched with horror as the blood spread along the way.

After three days and three nights, they finally arrived at Gold Chime Temple.

Spark supported the ground with both his hands. A fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. He pursed his thin, bloodless lips. His breathing was weak. He staggered as if he was about to fall the next second.

Gold Chime Temple was built on the top of the mountain with more than a thousand stairs winding upward.

Noah was anxious. “Please… don’t kneel all the way up, OK?”