Ye Qingxuan had always thought that the ten legends were just folktales and myths. Many people believed in them, but Ye Qingxuan had always felt that they were too incredible to be true. But now there was an entire bookshelf of their records in front of his eyes. Things did not seem to be so simple…
The Shaman was the mysterious man who had made the rules that guided the entire criminal underworld of Avalon. He was Avalon’s Dark King, and had ruled downtown until his disappearance six years ago.
The Chrysanthemum Hotel Massacre, three years ago, was complete slaughter in Avalon’s classiest hotel. Everyone regardless of their gender and age had been pulverized. Viscount Filo, the target, had had his head yanked off from his body. This was one of the records of the Bloody Butcher.