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.,After that, the two picked up their chopsticks and started eating. To be honest, the taste of the dish was really not good, far inferior to the home-cooked dishes of later generations with various seasonings!。