lt;Zhu Ying Jiang Hu

The streets of Jinling were filled with cries from men, women and children. Under the shadow of swords, heads rolled like a river. By nightfall, over 30,000 people had been slaughtered, all relatives of those implicated in Hu Weiyong's case!,A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,Now caught in the crossfire, he's become a captive. What awaits him next is only that chillingly cold executioner's sword!。