Cleaning a Murder House: The Wooden Comb That Pulls Misfortune

Wang Xiaomeng, too poor to pay rent, makes a living doing “haunted house cleaning.” Her ancestral wooden comb is no ordinary object: it can let her see the flow of yin energy and the hair of ghosts, soothe weak resentful spirits, and, when she is in a desperate fight, forcibly sever evil techniques’ connections, at the cost of injuring herself.

A cleaning job at Jinding Tower, where ghosts are running wild, exposes an astonishing scheme by the so-called “Fairy Gu”: she uses corporate “blessings” to set up an evil array, extracting employees’ vital essence and souls to feed the terrifying Black Rakshasa she supports!

To stay alive—and keep earning her blood money—Wang Xiaomeng drags in Chen Dali, the boss of “Dali Moving” (physical damage dealer and inheritor of a scratching stick), Lao Wang from the neighborhood appliance repair shop (a folk-magic amateur with a cinnabar rice cooker), and Ah Leng, a depressed office worker ghost she has taken in (a bad-luck radar and constant snarker), forming a poverty-stricken exorcism crew.

They outwit paper-effigy “HR security,” beat up resentful “white evil” employees, and charge into a gloomy burial hall. Using the comb to expose weaknesses, Dali’s scratching stick to settle everything, and Lao Wang’s rice cooker to draw talismans for safety, they push into Fairy Gu’s lair in the underworld ghost mansion—only to learn that the old hag has already been backfired on and turned into a puppet by the Black Rakshasa!

The final bloody battle is brutal: Wang Xiaomeng uses the blood-soaked broken comb to cut through chains; Chen Dali smashes the formation stone at the cost of himself; Lao Wang protects the array with his life; Ah Leng burns his soul to block the killing blow. Fairy Gu is destroyed, and the Black Rakshasa roars away in retreat. The price is terrible: the spiritual comb loses a tooth, Dali is badly injured, Lao Wang coughs blood, and Ah Leng is left with only a wisp of remnant soul.

As Lao Wang fiddles with an “electronic comb repair,” Dali undergoes rehabilitation for his lame leg, and Xiaomeng uses the broken comb to nourish and heal Ah Zhe’s recovered soul, she says, “A broken comb can still be fixed, and a poor ghost’s life can be lived by bickering along!” Yet the broken comb’s strange movement and the Black Rakshasa’s whispers have already drawn watchful eyes from the darkness...