"The City God aims to protect all people, why fight with others?"

Whether it is the City God or the Yin Si, it is respectfully called ghosts and gods, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a ghost. No matter how many names are, it is definitely not as good as monks and Taoists in the eyes of believers.

Because the latter is 'synthetic'.

Although, they just think so.

"It is unnecessary to say too much empty words. Many people know the situation of ghosts and gods in the underworld."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, An Qisheng drank all the wine in his glass and asked lightly:

"But I don't know how many years can the incense in Annuo County carry you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yuanhua's expression finally changed.

Everything has a life span. People will die, and ghosts will do the same. The difference is that people can turn into ghosts when they die, and ghosts will die, which means that the soul will be destroyed.

After the Nether Palace disappeared, the ghosts in the world had no possibility of reincarnation.

This sentence hit his pain and the key points of all the city gods.

Incense is no less important to ghosts and gods than water. For humans, people will die without water. Ghosts and gods will die without incense. If they are naked in the world, they will also die.

What is the difference between losing wisdom and death?

In the battle with the Tianyi Sect and agreeing to the entry of the Tathagata Academy, all the city gods have only one purpose, that is, to regain the incense!

"Eighty years!"

Pei Yuanhua did not answer, and An Qisheng spoke again: "With Annuo County's deteriorating situation, in 80 years, the City God Temple will completely lose its supernatural powers and be abandoned by others. You will also become a lonely ghost."

Pei Yuanhua has no secret in front of him.

An Qisheng naturally knew what words could impress him. In fact, the Tathagata Academy used this to convince the city god of the state.

At least, on the surface.

Looking at the Taoist in front of him with a dull expression, Pei Yuanhua suddenly felt a little dry and drank. He drank all the wine in his glass and said a little awkwardly:

"How could a real person know?!"

Only the judge knows the life span of the City God. Now that the judge has disappeared, even the city God of the State does not know his life span. Even if he himself has, he has only had such a sense.

I vaguely know that my deadline is eighty years later.

At that time, if the incense cannot return to its prosperity, he will die.

Dead completely.

"People will die if they don't eat, and ghosts and gods cannot live without incense. This is common sense. Once you calculate it, you will know the approximate one."

An Qisheng's eyes were faint.

Of course, he didn't have any gains from Jiao Yuanshan and his party. He not only learned about Bai Wuchang's information, but also learned a lot of secrets of the underworld.

The City God is essentially an extension of the underworld from the human world. The problems that the underworld must face, the City God and the Little Devils must face.

That is life expectancy!

Grandma Mu has been practicing for thousands of years, never hurting people, never leaving the mountains and forests, and even rarely moves the ground where she takes root. The reason why she comes out of the mountains to plunder the soul, essence and blood of ordinary people is to prolong life.

In order to survive.

Similarly, when it really comes to the day when it cannot be supported, will these city gods who were once admired by all people choose this path between life and death?

By then, all the city gods spread all over the city will turn into evil ghosts. What a terrifying scene it will be?

Pei Yuanhua's distracting thoughts arose. After several ups and downs, he asked slowly:

"Who is the real person asking me?"

clatter!

An Qisheng tapped the desktop with his finger:
Chapter completed!