Wang Jie was deeply moved, and this Beishi was a man.

But having said that, even if you change to yourself, you will choose to try again. Anyway, it's a death inside and out, why not rush to the road to life? Even if it is poisoned to death, it is much stronger than Wanchong's heart? At least it's a happy death.

After making up his mind, Beishi summoned the old man Wei to come in.

"Master, you say."

Beishi propped up his body and accumulated energy for a long time before he said: "I want to record my will. If, during the treatment given to me by Mr. Wang today, I could not wake up in the end and hang up. Mr. Wang Lao has nothing to do with the Yanshan Wang family. This is my Beishi’s personal decision. After my death, 30% of my shares can be traded to Mr. Wang Jie to repay the Yanshan Wang family’s tens of billions of debt. The money I put down will be left to my parents to support them all. In short, in a word, this 30% of the shares cannot be merged into the Zhuo Shui Group anyway, otherwise, I will die. As for the old guard, I have nothing to leave for you. Go live in that house..."

When the old guard heard this, his nose and tears came down.

"Master, you will be fine, I don't want anything, I want you to return safely!"

Beishi’s thin face snorted, “Wealth and wealth are in the sky, life and death are destiny, there is no absolute thing, remember, if I die, don’t make it difficult for Mr. Wang. Find a way and give me my body. Go to Zhuo Shui’s headquarters in Yangcheng, even if I die, I will stink them a piece of land."

This pair of masters and servants gave a sincere and sincere confession of the funeral, and Wang Jie really didn't see what it was like from the side.

Although people must die, for a business tycoon like Beishi, it is indeed a shame to die on the couch because of Gu.

Finally, Old Man Wei stopped crying and was persuaded by Zhang Dabiao to go out.

Wang Fuhua began to prepare to use poison to make Gu.

"Everyone, before I start, I have to speak first. For a while, no matter what happens, I have to keep my mouth shut. Because, in the process of poisoning, dozens of kinds of poison powder need to be added one after another. You can't miss a single bit. Otherwise. , If it messes up my mind and makes a wrong hand to become an eternal hate, then it is my sin!"

Wang Jie and Zan Xichuan nodded, and Bei Shi said: "If poisoned, can I shout?"

Wang Fuhua shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Beishi, I'm sorry, the last moment of poisoning is also the moment of killing Gu. You must never speak, otherwise, all previous efforts will be abandoned..."

Bei Shi sternly smiled bitterly: "Hehe, I don't know if I can hold it."

Wang Jie said: "Mr. Beishi, listen to me. If you can't hold it anymore, think about it. After you die, who will sit in your seat, and who will take you to the big group? Playing with applause?"

Hearing this, Bei Shi thought of the muddy water in an instant, and the fierce hatred surged up again.

Wang Fuhua placed Bei Shi on the bed, and then tied it seven times with cloth from his forehead to ankles.

Everything was ready, Wang Fuhua opened his bag and started to use poison.

The first poison is not medicinal poison, but acupuncture.

The four silver needles, with the black powder attached to them, were directly stuck at the junction of the legs, arms and torso in Beishili. Wang Jie took a cursory look at it, and it should be Wushu and Zhongfu. The meaning of this method should also be simple, that is to break the meridian connection between the trunk and limbs!

As soon as Zhen entered the body, he saw four black spots condensed under his skin!

"Okay, Mr. Beishi, I'm going to poison!" Wang Fuhua frowned, put a small packet of powder in white vinegar, and said loudly: "Acid produces liver, liver produces tendons, tendons produces blood, liver is the east, Everything grows up, this poison infiltrates the liver and kills heavy depression of qi."

When Wang Fuhua poured Beishi down, Wang Jie smelled a sour smell.

Wang Jie asked urgently: "Mr. Beishi, how do you feel?"

Bei Shi seemed to be a lot lighter, and blurted out: "I feel refreshed, and it seems to be a lot more comfortable... It seems to be effective!"

Wang Fuhua shook his head, as if this was just the beginning.

"The spleen opens up in the mouth, and its flower is on the lips. This poison enters the spleen meridian and kills the turbid qi!"

Sure enough, after Wang Fuhua's second poison was applied, Beishi's complexion suddenly changed, as if it were painful, his lips turned brownish-black, and the symptoms of poisoning were obvious...

"Mr. Beishi, are you okay?" Wang Jie couldn't help but worry.

"It's okay, I can hold it!" Beishi gritted his teeth.

As a result, the three doses of poison went down at once, and all the people present were terrified...

Wang Jie could see clearly that after Wang Fuhua received the first dose of acupuncture poison, the five kinds of poison powder that came down seemed to be the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and corresponded to the liver, spleen, heart, lungs and kidneys. When the third poison powder came down, Beishi He convulsed all over, after the fourth poison entered his body, his eyes ooze blood, and the iron will, like Beishi, also choked, forcibly gritted his teeth and persisted in silence. But, in the end, when the five poisons entered the body, Beishi was bleeding from the seven orifices, and there was no sound...

Wang Jie and Zan Xichuan looked at each other, both of them were a little lost. Is this person dead?

"Beishi? Beishi!" Wang Jie called out twice, his fingers trembling slightly, and he stepped forward to test Beishi's breathing. Sure enough, it was gone...

No matter what the pulse, the same, there is no movement.

From a medical point of view, this person is already dead...

"Poison King, did it...failed!" Zan Xichuan couldn't help it, and asked Chao Wang Fuhua softly.

Wang Fuhua furrowed his brows and said nothing, but he could see that he seemed to be calculating this, constantly pinching the left and right fingers on the right finger...

Could it be that there is hope?

Looking at Wang Fuhua's expression, Wang Jie couldn't help but shook his head at Zan Xichuan. It is said that there are seven kinds of poison, but now there are still six kinds, even if it is really dead, then you have to use up the seventh kind of poison!

Bei Shi's complexion in front of him was terrible, and the blood in his seven orifices continued to flow, as if there was no sign of a living person.

But Wang Fuhua didn't speak for a long time. He waited for about three minutes. This guy suddenly went to his medicine box with seven kinds of powders in succession. Without a word, he opened Beishi's jaw and poured it down.

It's amazing. After the last dose of poison went down, Bei Shi, who was already dead, opened his eyes suddenly and came back to life.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body trembled, and he was about to get up savagely.

But Wang Fuhua had prepared and bound his body firmly. Suddenly he pulled out the four silver needles and saw Beishi as if he was relieved. There was a spasm all over his body, and the mucus began to flow from his body. It vomited out, and there seemed to be a lot of white worms hidden in the mucus. After several minutes, a white egg the size of a pigeon egg was thrown out, and the vomiting stopped.

"It's done!" Wang Fuhua finally spoke, smiling and said: "This is the spawning of the Seven Insect Epidemic Gu! I will bring it back for another purpose."

Wang Jie shouted in his heart, what is a grand master, I am afraid that this is it. Because, he brought back to life and mastered life and death perfectly.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Beishi finally fully awake, and said: "Mr. Wang? I can still see you, so that means I'm still alive. Okay, I Beishi is still alive, Miyano, I will continue to play with you..."