It's quite compatible with the size of the church, and the yard is equally small.
Even the style of the courtyard wall is simple, almost purely made from stones resembling tablets, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, with gaps so large that a person could almost squeeze through.
Without any intention to explore the yard, Fu Qian walked straight to the end of the path, surveying his surroundings.
The short wall is connected to a black iron gate, which appears to be unlocked, merely ajar.
According to the enthusiastic bystanders earlier, walking further would lead into the true, unspeakably horrific night.
Even at this spot, avoiding certain influences is inevitable.
However, recalling this warning, Fu Qian didn't rush to imagine the thing in the darkness, but looked up at the sky, sighing with regret.
Compared to Full Moon Garden, there's indeed not much resemblance.
The most important is, of course, the inability to see any trace of the moon.
Squeak——
