After lunch with those children in Wumeng at noon.

Lin Mo temporarily placed Murong Yi and the men in black in Wumeng's guest room.

He was going to deal with the witch doctor this afternoon.

"And your lord, do you know anything about the witch doctor organization in Haifang City?"

Lin Mo found He Er who was working and asked.

A hint of doubt appeared on He Er's chubby cheeks, and he put down the file in his hand.

He gave Lin Mo a look that waited a moment.

Then he turned around and rummaged through the cupboard behind him.

A kraft paper bag buried at the bottom of all the files was taken out by Kazuo.

"Master Zhenyue, this is all the information about the Wuzu tribe in Haifang City."

He Er handed the kraft paper bag in his hand to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo took the kraft paper bag He Er handed over and opened it directly.

All the Wumeng's investigations into the Wuzu are recorded above.

Decades ago, a group of Wu people suddenly came to Haifang City and settled in Liuye Lane.

For decades, there has been a group of people called witch doctors among the Wu people.

They practice medicine to save people on weekdays, and opened a witch hall in Liuye Lane.

All people who come to the witch hall can be treated, and the amount is very cheap.

Sometimes they don't even charge any money, it's completely free.

Lin Mo looked at the information about the Wu clan in his hand.

His long brows furrowed slightly.

When the rescued man woke up, the frenzy Lin Mo had hidden in his eyes would never be wrong.

However, there is no relevant record even in the materials of the Wumeng.

This also shows that what happened to the Wu clan this time... is not simple!

When He Er saw Lin Mo's slightly wrinkled brows, his heart suddenly twitched.

He cautiously asked Lin Mo.

"Master Zhenyue, is there something wrong with the Wu clan?"

Lin Mo looked at the file in his hand and said softly.

"I suspect that the witch doctor may bury a psychological suggestion in the heart of people, secretly worshiping the witches."

He Er's face changed, and it suddenly became gloomy.

As the vice president of the Wumeng League, he naturally knew that what Lin Mo said was true.

The witch doctors of the Wu tribe have practiced medicine and saved people for so many years.

I'm afraid that if they raise their arms, half of Haifang City will lose control.

"I will investigate them, Wumeng better prepare."

Lin Mo put a list of people about the Wu people into his pocket.

While putting the remaining files in the kraft paper bag, he spoke to Kazuji.

"I understand, despite your investigation, Wumeng will form a circle outside Liuye Lane."

A cold look appeared on He Er's face.

Although he is smiling on weekdays, he can distinguish the key to the matter.

If those witch doctors really have the ability that Lin Mo said.

So it doesn't matter whether they have hidden evil intentions or not.

Haifang City can't hold them!

"By the way, I would like to ask you to find someone to renovate the happy homeland and build it into a martial arts academy."

"I will open my first martial arts academy there."

Lin Mo looked at He Er, reached out and handed him a bank card.

This is the fund that Song Zhilan mobilized overnight last night, 500 million.

Originally, Lin Mo only paid 300 million yuan, but Song Zhilan, who was understanding and understanding, called directly for 500 million yuan.

He also told Lin Mo that he must bring enough money when he went out.

As a result, today, Murong Jianghe directly started to completely acquire the community.

In the end, it was directly given to Lin Mo for nothing.

"No, no, Lord Zhenyue, I can't take your money."

"Building the Wushu Academy is for the good of Haifang City. We can pay for it."

When He Er saw the bank card pushed by Lin Mo, he quickly pushed it back.

This is what He Er has learned from working in the workplace for many years. JrNovels.com