In the dark, a man in a suit staggered along, muttering something in his mouth, and the wind smelled of alcohol. Apparently this is a drunkard and does not know how much he drank.

"Master, come in. "Hua Bai doesn't know when she will appear behind the Nine Heavens.

"What's wrong?" Jiutian asked strangely, feeling that the white tone was a little strange.

"Something unclean, but not very aggressive. She glanced at the drunkard, then withdrew her gaze.

Unclean thing? Jiutian stared at the drunk fiercely, and felt goosebumps rise. However, Hua Bai's last sentence made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps sensing the sight of the nine heavens, the drunkard suddenly turned his head. At this time, there was no drunkness on the drunkard's face, his expression was cold, and his eyes were bloodshot, but it was definitely not drunk.

Beep the dog! Jiutian cursed in his heart. I just had dinner with the big demon a few days ago, and tonight I ran into something unclean. Can the world still be better, why are these things almost invisible on the Internet before?

"Found you!"

There was a sudden shout at the corner of the street, and Gu Liangsong strode over.

The drunkard suddenly had a frightened look on his face, and he turned around and was about to run.

"Still want to run?" Gu Liangsong's face was solemn, and he took a few steps forward, and ran directly behind the drunk, grabbing his head with his palm.

Jiutian suddenly felt a chill, imagined the scene of his brain splashing, and suddenly his stomach churned.

However, it didn't happen, and the drunkard seemed to have suddenly been immobilized, and he froze. Gu Liangsong's palm stopped a few inches above the drunken ghost's head, and when he lifted it up in the air, he saw a black mist float out.

As soon as the black mist left his body, the drunk collapsed to the ground.

Gu Liangsong grabbed the black mist, and then stuffed it into his mouth, the expression on his face began to be obscure, sometimes gloomy and sometimes stable. After about a few minutes, his expression began to return to normal.

"Whew......" Gu Liang sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then squatted on the ground and patted the drunkard's head.

The drunkard opened his eyes in confusion, then jumped up and said in horror, "Why am I here? Who are you? What are you doing?"

Gu Liangsong took out a document and shook it in front of the drunkard, and said solemnly: "I will go to the Divine Prison Department before noon tomorrow, and I need to ask you something." Don't worry, it's not that you're letting go of the crime, just doing some investigation, and I hope you will cooperate. ”

The drunken man saw the documents clearly, and obviously knew something about the Ministry of Divine Prisons, so he nodded his head in agreement, and then left in a hurry.

Gu Liangsong had time to say hello to Jiutian.

"What was that just now?" Jiutian hurriedly asked.

"It's a long story, actually. Gu Liangsong's expression became serious, "During the Great Chaos Period, countless ancient cultivators fought bloody battlefields, staining all parts of this land with blood. For various reasons, many Gu Xiu's obsessions before death persisted for a long time, buried deep underground, and finally brewed into resentment. Some grievances will break through the shackles of the earth and appear in the world after hundreds of thousands of years. ”

Jiutian was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while.

"But don't worry, the probability of resentment in the city is actually very small, and the probability of suburban and rural areas will be slightly greater. Even if the general resentment is attached to ordinary people, it will be a little uncomfortable at most, and it will be fine in a day or two. Occasionally, today's level of resentment will be born, and this requires our Divine Prison Department to dispatch. Gu Liangsong was relieved for nine days.

"Then what were you doing just now?" Jiutian referred to what Gu Liangsong swallowed his resentment.

"Clear the grievances. Gu Liangsong explained: "Grievances have no substance, and it is actually very troublesome to eliminate, and the easiest way is to personally bear the impact of grievances and wear them off little by little." ”

"And what if it fails?"

"Then find a place where no one can die before the resentment completely erodes me. Without an object to possess, resentment does not last long once it is born. Gu Liangsong said lightly.

Although Gu Liangsong said it easily, Jiutian suddenly felt heavy. Although the world is bright on the surface, it is thriving. But behind the light, there is still some unknown darkness.

So, how can there be any quiet years, but someone carries the weight for you in the dark and guards silently.

Jiutian saw that Gu Liangsong had no intention of leaving, and immediately realized that the other party should have something to do, so he invited him into the house.

On the second floor, Huabai brewed hot tea and served it.

Although it was already early in the morning, the people present were not ordinary people, even if they didn't sleep for three days and three nights, it wouldn't have much impact. Sleeping every day for nine days is a matter of complete habit.

After chatting for a while, Gu Liangsong finally got down to business.

"Actually, the last time I visited, it had something to do with resentment......

Jiutian listened to Gu Liangsong's narration, and finally gradually understood. In fact, there are sequelae of such a thing as bearing resentment, and this sequelae is not physical, but psychological. For example, emotional instability, insomnia, inability to calm down, etc.

In some ways, this is an occupational disease that is unique to members of the Divine Prison Division. Especially for a veteran like Gu Liangsong, who has worked in the Ministry of Divine Supervision for one or two decades, this situation is even more serious.

"I have seen from some ancient books that some ancient cultivation sects have solutions to this situation. But you know that after the end of the Great Chaos era, many legacies disappeared because of it. So yet, there is no solution to this problem. Gu Liangsong said helplessly.

"So you came into contact with my contest work that day......"

Jiutian suddenly realized, no wonder Gu Liangsong asked him what the power that made people feel calm when he came for the first time. In that work, Jiutian put in some of the spiritual patterns of the soul-calming futon, so it naturally also has some soul-calming futon effects.

The soul-calming futon is claimed to have the effect of calming the soul, and it plays a role in restraining and purifying the impact caused by resentment.

Speaking of which, the method of making the soul suppression futon can also be regarded as one of the ancient cultivation inheritances that have disappeared.

Jiu Tian's heart was shocked, he was thinking, how many people in the entire Huazhou Divine Prison Department alone would be affected by the sequelae of resentment? If he made a demon suppression futon and opened a venue similar to a quiet room, the entire Huazhou Divine Prison Department members would benefit from it.

It's just a soul suppression futon that can only be used by one person at a time, and there are about twenty members of Zheng Cheng's Divine Prison Department alone. Combined with the amount of Ice Heart Grass planted each month, if success is guaranteed, only one Soul Suppression Futon can be made. One or two demon suppression futons are really a drop in the bucket for the Divine Supervision Department.

Although the Extreme Cold Northland can also cultivate nine-leaf ice heart grass, although they are all nine-leaved, there are subtle differences in quality. In the production method of the soul suppression futon issued by the system, the quality of the raw materials is one of the basic requirements. If you want to get the same quality of the nine-leaf ice heart grass, there is no other way than to cultivate it with the grass seeds exchanged by the system in the plantation.